(this morning)

On January 21, 2013 by Neil


this morning I saw the nations of grass
leaning, bent, weighed with tears …
cascading grief in dawn’s stinging breeze;
I said to myself,
“they weep because they cannot reach the sky –
they long for freedom and warmth!”
But another said –
“they weep because they long for Me –
oh that you would weep
my precious, precious child …”

 

 

© Neil Lemke and Lemke Poetry World 2012.

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